Vocaloid Chronicles

Meiko

Blank. Nothing. Then she existed.

I sat up. "Where? What?" I looked in front of me. A man was standing a few feet away. "Do you know your name?" He asks me.

"My name... No?"

"Meiko Sakine."

"Meiko Sakine." I repeated.

"You are a Vocaloid."

"A... Vocaloid?"

"You're an amazing software! Your job is to sing!"

"Sing!" I repeated.

"Hm... Next time we'll have to download more information before we create you."

I nod, even though I don't understand anything that he said.

"Come, we'll have to download you." He says. I stand up, and walk behind him.

He pulls out a plug from the wall. It says "0m".

"Zero M?"

"M for Meiko." He says, and plugs the plug into my back. I have the sudden urge to close my eyes, and I do.

I see everything. I understand everything I need to know. I know songs, I know music...

I gasp and open my eyes.

"It worked." My creator says.

"Let's get you to the stylist." I look down. I'm wearing a simple black dress.

I follow him to a door. "Come in, Meiko."

I walk into a room with mirrored walls, and a chair. I sit in it.

A woman comes over to me. "I'm Haru." She says. I look into the mirror.

My hair is short and brown. My eyes are a copper color. I like the way I look.

This is me.

"Alright, Meiko." She combs my hair, talking to me. "Let's get you dressed."

I walk out of the door. I'm wearing my red two piece outfit.

"It's the first Vocaloid." My creator says.

The first? There are other's?